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Q&A

Rob: I don't know, its not something I have thought about. It could happened but I pretty sure harry already knew the most important of the death eaters.

Rob and Tim: The scar will at some point disappear, when it will happen I don't know yet.

Padfoot Heir: I haven't really decided when they will leave the island, it can take up to five years. Harry will not be found, he will escape and sirus and one more will be the only one knowing what have happened to him on the island. Yes, harry will make it to the states after his war against Voldemort is over, in Starling City he will take up the mantel of Arrow. And oabout thea you will have to read and find out.

Reader10215: the short answer Yes.

Grimmich: yes he did but im completely forgot about that.

Guest: Hedwig are at this moment preoccupied. And will not find harry on the island.

The rain poured down outside the broken plane and cooled the air, Harry sat with closed eyes and leaned against the plane wall. Since Shado had been rescued they had put their plans aside, Shado was emaciated and weak and needed to regain strength before they could start planning to leave the island.

Harry sat and stroked the scar that went from the eye down to the lower lip, it was an ugly scar, a scar that would scare most and Harry hated it, but on the other started to become cold and calculating, he had started to toss his emotions aside, he thought he had started to resemble of Slade more and more each day. He brushed his fingers over the scar gently again, there was something relaxing in doing it, he felt every little jack the knife had made, he felt the grooves and how the scar bent at the cheekbone. Somewhere deep inside he wanted the scar gone but he couldn't phantom how that could be done on the island

Harry heard how Shado coughed and he opened his eyes, Shado sat with a blanket across her shoulders, shaking like a leaf, she tried to drink a bowl of soup to help regain her powers but her arms was shaking so much most of it fell to the floor. If his time on the island had been hell, she had spent her time in purgatory. He hoped that she would be able to come back from what happened to her, that she would come out stronger than before, if all he had heard from Yao Fei was true, she would be a good ally to have on their side in the future.

Harry closed his eyes again, the small fire that burned gave no heat but it gave some light, he wondered how long he had been on the island, the days came and went and he was not quite sure anymore, it could have been a couple of weeks or even a year. Harry wondered what he had done to been sent here, what had he ever done to deserve a life like this, he could see how the universe was laughing at him behind his back. He was fates bitch.

Harry was almost asleep when he heard the door to the plane opened, he felt his body go from tired to awake in a second and he was ready for anything. But then he heard Slade's heavy breaths and he relaxed.
"Fucking weather" Harry opened one of his eyes and saw how Slade picked up a towel and started wiping the water from her hair and eyes.
"Where have you been?" Harry asked
"I have been at the airfield to see how they defend it"
"And what have you learned?"
"At least thirty men and then a last man behind locked doors that gives the planes permission to land or not"
They were all silent for a moment before Slade spoke again
"I also learned that a plane will land in about seven days, and I see it as our best way off this island"
"30 men with Ak-47 sounds easy" Harry said sarcastically
"Easy?" Yao Fei said irritated, he hadn't noticed that Harrys remark was sarcastic "Harry are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours"
They all became quiet after that remark but then Slade started to laugh out loud.
"Jokes aside and all that" Slade said after he was done laughing "this is our chance to get away from this damn island once and for all"
Harry nodded in agreement, Yao Fei tried to speak again but Shadows hand on his arm stopped him
"Father, they are right, they come closer and closer to finding us every day, We need to get out of here"
Yao Fei looked to finally understand the message and he sat back down and sighed heavily.
"Okay, Slade what's the plan?"
Slade smiled
"This is how we going to do..."

Next morning the sun was shining bright, Slade and Harry had gone up early. They had through the radio heard how Fyers men were closer than they wanted and had decided that they would lead them away from the plane. They to men sneaked silent side by side, they had looked around for a long time, they had yet to see anyone that were close but they were confident that they would soon be able to hear or see them, or so they hoped. They went on for ten minutes before Harry put his hand on Slades shoulder and stopped him, Harry laughed out loud.
"We're so fucking stupid "
Slade looked at him uncomprehendingly
"Fyers must understand at this point that we can hear their radio" Harry pointed around them.
"Slade, my dear friend it is an ambush"
Around them rose men in black masks and walked until the two men was surrounded, the black clad men didn't attack, they just stood there waiting for someone and out of the bushes stepped a man with a two-colored mask
"Slade"
"Billy, how does it feel to be a traitor?"
"You know me, I fight for what I believe in. I am a mercenary, and I believe in money "
Harry laughed
"And what are you laughing about boy?"
"I laugh at how confident you seem to be, the chances that you are going to come out of this alive is very slim"
Wintergreen laughed at that
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you, a boy and that has been next to you"
"I'm smiling. That should scare you" Harry answered
Wintergreen laughed again
"You got balls boy that I give you but you will both die here"
"I don't think so" Harry said confidently "you see we're all given some sort of skill in life. Mine just happens to be killing people"
"You I like" Wintergreen said "and you are young, come over to our side and you can become the most powerful of them all"
"lf I want your opinion, I'll read it in your entrails"
"Suit yourself boy"
"Yeah yeah, You cannot argue with a sick mind"
"Kill the boy" Wintergreen said "Wilson is mine "

The men were too close together and could injure or kill each other and this worked to Harrys advantage, they men threw themselves against Harry trying to pin him down but Harry was too fast, one moment he was there and the next he was gone, like a deadly snake he slipped under arms and stroke, leaving a number of dead bodies in his wake, Harry's arms and face was bloody but the blood belonged to another. No thought went through Harry's head, he was too focused on surviving .

On the other side stood Slade and Billy alone and fought, every stroke was thrown with millimeter precision, but the other man was always there and they were evenly matched. Each blow was blocked but Harry saw nothing out of it, he had his hands full, but the enemy line had begun to suffer heavy losses and Harry could see the terror spreading in their eyes.

When Harry killed the last one out of the men he turned his eyes towards Slade and Wintergreen, Harry was captivated, if he had thought he was a good swordsman, he was a hopeless novice compared to Slade and Wintergreen. Harry was worried that Slade would lose but every time Wintergreen looked to gain the upper hand Slade fought back and raised the tempo, it seemed as if Slade played with him. Harry wondered how long it would take for Slade to get tired and kill Wintergreen .
"At one time we were brothers, what happened to you? " Slade asked
"They showed me the truth, the world we live in is full of total crooks, rapists, psychopaths and killers, they are everywhere and every time we catch one of them, two new will take their place and that's not all" Wintergreen sounded crazy "there is corruption among policemen, judges, politicians, and we just let them be, but not anymore now I've found my calling, it's my mission to stop them once and for all"
"And you do this by working for one of the worst crooks ever?"
"If it helps my goal "
"You're crazy, I will miss you my dear friend, but I'm doing this for the man I once knew "
Slade knocked away wintergreen swords, and then he ran his own sword into wintergreen chest while using the other sword to cut his throat. Wintergreen fell to the ground and Harry could see how his life left his eyes. Harry looked at Slade who stood and breathing heavily, his eyes were closed, Harry did not know what he to do, had it been any of his old friends, he would had tried to say something and hoped it would help, now he just put one hand on Slade's shoulder and waited until Slade was ready to proceed.

"Look through the clothes and pick up all you think we can make use of" Slade finally said, Harry nodded and pulled the hand from Slade's shoulder.
"I'll check the area around us" Slade said then "we do not want any more men lurking in our backyard." Slade disappeared into the forest, and Harry began to look through the bodies. How far he had come, before he came to the island he had wept openly when Cedric died, now here he was looking through the clothes on the dead men, Harry wondered if he was starting to become a psychopath, he was in all cases a child soldier, but Harry was pretty sure it was not anything new.

When the Slade came back Harry had gathered the bodies and put them all in a row, Slade looked at Wintergreen for a moment before he shook his head and waved to Harry that they should go. They walked in silence none of them had anything to say.

"If it continues like this, I doubt that we will get away from this damn island alive" Slade said, he seemed to have become tired of the silence.
"I intend to live forever and you know what so far, so good" Harry tried to make a joke and Slade actually laughed a little
"This is why I like you, Harry. You always have a witty remark at hands, sometimes it makes me go crazy , other times it I think I need it"
"Someone has to get you out of your funk" replied Harry .
"You know, I think Billy had liked you before he went mad" Slade sighed "He was a good friend, a person I could trust one hundred percent, he is or was even the godfather to my son. My son will remember the man he once was, not the man he became"
"You should remember the man as well, he was your friend and Fyers will die for what he did"
"Well said"
They arrived at the planet again. Shado stood outside and looked at them before she could open her mouth and ask how it went Harry answered her
"Ambush"
She nodded and walked away from the plane to tell her father, Slade sat down outside and picked up a half-full whiskey bottle, it looked like he toasted to someone before he drank the whiskey in big gulps. Harry went into the plane and sat down in his seat, he closed his eyes and then let Morpheus take him to a better place, his dreams.

He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin, no beating in his chest . His soul, as empty and dark as the night sky. He follows Harry with dead eyes, Harry shoots arrow after arrow at the grotesque creature in front of him but even though the arrows are penetrating his chest and neck the creature still moves, Harry can feel the panic starting to take hold of his body, he decides to take the cowardly way out and Harry begins to run from the creature but new creatures are coming up from the earth in front of him, with lifeless eyes they are following his every move, they are walking with firm steps towards Harry , they can smell his fear. Harry arrives at a cliff, Harry turns around try to find another way but it's too late, there's nowhere to run and now he recognize the grotesque creatures, each creature in front of him has died from his knife or bow and now they have woke up again to get their revenge . Before Harry have time to realize what happens they are over him, Harry tries to fight his way free, but they are too many, their hands are clawing his skin and their teeth are biting through his flesh. Harry screams disappear in the creatures' groans.

Harry wakes up with a start, he looked around him and seeing that he was still in the plane and around him everything is quiet. He laid down and closed his eyes again, that's what the third consecutive day the nightmares took him on a journey he never wanted to see, tomorrow he would see if Slade or Fei had a way to stop them.

The next morning was the nightmare forgotten, outside the rain had not stopped pouring down and Harry had no urge to go out and get wet. The others were also awake in the plane and he could feel a certain tension in the air. An issue that had been around him long was if they were other groups on the island and if they were good or bad, they were a scary thought. But Harry thought somewhere that if they were a different group except Fryers they would know it by now.

Slade was standing at the map and was ones again checking through the plan, Harry rolled his eyes, planning too much would only harm them, it was better if they were preparing for the worst that the plan would not work and try to find a solution to that. But it was probably just him with his pessimistic thoughts that thought that way.

What could he do on a day like this, Fei sat meditating whilst Shado polishing her weapons. Harry stood up and walked over to Fei, the old man opened one eye and looked at him before he patted the ground beside him.
"Close your eyes and let your thoughts go away, listening to the rain hitting the plane"
Harry nodded and tried to do as Fei said, but time and again he came up with himself thinking of something unimportant and trivial. At last he succeeded and it felt like he was floating in his head, around him he could see the thoughts and memories swimming around. It was an extreme disarray, his mind would have been better if it arranged his memories like books in a library, with that thought everything seemed to change around him, and Harry felt his feet hit the ground.

He was in the Hogwarts library, row after row was empty and the memories and thoughts were still floating around. He wondered how he could get the memories to becoming books rather than the chaos they were now. Harry looked at how they memories flew around and stretched one of his hands to one of the memories.

He was in his old broom closet, the little boy on the ground whined and Harry was sure that it was him. His back had scars after being beaten with Uncle Vernon's belt, he remembered this night, it was on this night he had promised that no one would ever see him cry again, a promise he broke when Cedric died. The anger towards Uncle Vernon rose in his chest that man would have to pay for everything he done to Harry, and this time he was sure this was a promise he could keep.

Suddenly he was back in the library and in his hand he held a blood-red book without a title. Harry raised his eyebrows but pushed it in on the bookshelf in front of him, the text on the bookshelf was changed and it became "5 years old". Harry understood at last what he had to do, he took hold of memory after memory, and started to see the life he lived, he then put them into the various shelves. The names on the shelves began to change, it was his years up until he turned eleven and then his four years at Hogwarts. Spells he learned got its own shelf after the topic they belonged to, the same with Potion and the other subjects. His worst memories that of his parents' death and his times fought against Voldemort were set in the Forbidden Chamber.

Harry was working but his memories took a long time to see through and made him tired. When he finally was done, he was about to fall asleep but all his thoughts and memories were in their proper places. He wondered if it was like this for other meditators, or if it was just him. Somewhere it felt like he had forgotten something, like he library was defenseless, he began thinking up muggle weapons after muggle weapons before he finished it all by putting up a laser that would tell him if there were intruders.

He went on one last round tour through his library and came across a room he had not seen before, the door to the room was dark brown, almost black, and the closer Harry got the more scared he became. The handle was cold as ice, inside the room was nothing short of a big black ball. It seemed to absorb something from him in order to stay alive. This was not a part of him of that he was sure, he foolishly tried to pull off the white beam from the black ball. The ball recoiled and in front of Harry's eyes it changed to an image of Voldemort, it said nothing, it just stood there before it attacked Harry with a big smile on his face , Harry threw himself backward, he needed a weapon in his hand and his mind created a bow. He smiled and looked at Voldemort before he shot arrow after arrow in rapid pace, but the arrows did not seem to do any harm outwardly but Voldemort seemed to absorb more of his power. Harry could only think of one thing to stop him and fired off an arrow that hit the white beam which came loose from Voldemort, Voldemort screamed and vanished with a puff of smoke and Harry could feel how he became stronger and stronger with every second that went by. Had Harry seen himself in the lotus position, he would have seen a black sticky slime flowing down from his lightning-shaped scar.

In Little Hangleton Voldemort sat with a big smile on his face, he could no longer feel the connection to Potter. The boy was dead.